Magic Tool

The high-levels tried their best to keep it from spreading, for fear that those people would do something, but after those ordinary magicians got it, they treated them as treasures and desperately shared them with their friends. Spread around.

In less than a month's work, almost the entire territory of the Holy Forest Empire was covered with jade slips and translated physical books.

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After seeing these things, Saint John thought about these things for a day and a night, and ordered the imperial wizards to study its feasibility and order all imperial wizards to study. At the same time, he maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards civil organizations. They did not support or oppose them. Do not harm society, let it develop.

At the same time, the major families were worried, and they took a negative attitude, and tried their best to investigate all kinds of rumors under their own governance, and tried their best to restrain them, and antagonize the empire.

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Rowan, the initiator, didn't care at all about it. He was still teaching. He hadn't taught for more than a decade, and he was about to vomit blood for hundreds of lessons.

In the last 100 classes, I saw a headache in the classroom, and I had a rest for a month. Even so, it was a headache. After all, he is not a professional teacher and likes to stand on the stage every day.

The alchemists below are older than the same age. Although Luo Wen is usually calm, he sometimes has a headache when he teaches, because the next one doesn’t know if he has a great deal, so he jumped out to accuse him. He also only has ordinary rune abilities. At a higher level than normal, he is best at it only in the field of space.

One day in Zhongxia, Rowan finally finished his course. At the last class, in the last half an hour, Rowan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the tall people around him, he could clearly feel their various emotions. With them there, Rowan’s Seven Sins Art has progressed so fast. In them, Rowan saw an emotion called greed, which exudes endless intense yellow brilliance, and then was quietly absorbed by him, only for these three months. In time, he cultivated the Seven Sins Art to the seventh level.

He stood on the stage and looked around for a week with a low voice, "Today is the last class of my batch of lectures. After this class, I will resign from the title of alchemist instructor. I have nothing to teach you. Now it’s the Q&A session, try to ask some high-level questions, I won’t answer low-level questions."

There was an uproar in the audience, especially the magicians who came to listen to the free courses, and they felt incredible when they heard this. They all discussed why Master Luo Wen didn't continue to teach. Could it be that something happened?

None of them knew what happened, and no one dared to ask.

At this moment, a slightly older magician stood up behind him, his voice was very loud, and almost immediately overwhelming everyone’s voices, he asked Luo Wen with breath, "Master Luo Wen, may I ask you why? Remove the title of alchemist instructor, although you may not be as good as the alchemist family in other rune fields, but your attainments in spatial runes are even higher than that of President Harry?"

This is probably everyone's idea.

In the classroom, there was no sound. Everyone looked at Rowan, and Harry and the others sitting in the front row. When talking like this, aren't they naked and slapped in the face of the alchemists above the master level?

They looked back at the man one after another, who was this, so bold.

It turned out to be him.

Harry turned around, expressionless, and the others looked at his table expressionlessly.

Rowan feels the atmosphere below is a bit subtle. It seems that these people know this person, and this person speaks, but other people did not refute it. This person has either a very high identity, a sensitive identity, or a strong strength.

He felt for a while, did not sense the breath on his body, and his heart suddenly stunned, this person is very strong, why would he sit behind, but he sensed a kind of anger in this person.

He thought for a while, read out the manuscript he had prepared for a long time, and replied seriously, "I am fifty-three years old this year. I can achieve what I have now. It can be said that I have surpassed most people. But everyone knows that my I was not born well, just a horse boy, and lived in a very small place for many years, so I am very impressed with the lives of ordinary people. That’s why I invented something like cement. That’s why I am committed to Create a road between the city and the city, so in the days to come, I will devote myself to improving the ability of ordinary people to live. You may have seen it. I recently distributed a part of my previous research manuscripts. This is me. Something prepared in a few years."

Everyone was in an uproar again.

In contrast, Rowan’s words are more valuable than his manuscripts.

"It turns out that those things were really spread by Master Luo Wen, what is he going to do?"

All the people who can sit here are magicians, and they absolutely have a say in the things in Rowan's manuscript. Although some of Rowan's things are really whimsical, those things that can really be realized can definitely benefit the entire mankind. When Rowan said these words, they would naturally believe that he could accomplish this.

Let me ask, which magician of all of you has truly thought about ordinary people. This is what Rowan will express in the end.

Therefore, Luo Wen didn't want to leave the Magic Guild so easily. He also needed this platform to spread out some of his thoughts and let the world know.

At this moment, near Harry, a magician stood up. He glanced at Rowan, his eyes filled with an inexplicable smell, "Rowen Alchemist Mentor, your title is affirmed by the experience of the Presbyterian Church. This was passed. It was specially set up to show your contribution to alchemy. You have to withdraw now, and have you ever asked the elders?" He meant it clearly, that is, you did not put the elders in your eyes.

Rowan doesn't know this alchemist, but there is no doubt that this alchemist is a member of the Presbyterian Church, or is a so-called big man, his breath is as vast as the sea, and his strength is above Rowan.

Rowan glanced at Harry, but saw that the president also looked at the magician, his brows became Chuan.

The magician also saw Harry, but he didn't care about it, just trying to embarrass Rowan.

He knew it all at once, and said without hesitation, "I will apply to the Presbyterian Church, when will the application be approved, when will I leave, and before leaving, I will fulfill my own obligations."

At this moment, the old magician frowned and said, "You are in the magic guild and occupy the resources of the magic guild. Then you have to bear the corresponding obligations. If you don’t want to bear this obligation, can it be understood that you don’t Acknowledge your position in the Magic Guild?"

This is a bit embarrassing. If Rowan says yes, then it means that he does not recognize that he is a member of the Magic Guild. If he says no, then he must continue to bear it. This problem is very tricky.

The magician looked at Rowan with a slight sarcasm.

Rowan frowned. He looked at the magician and saw that he was fearless. He knew that someone behind him must have instructed to do this. As for the purpose of doing this, it was unknown.

He thought for a while, and still faintly said, "This matter is a matter of the Council of Elders and has nothing to do with you. If you personally have opinions on me, please keep them. If it is the opinions of the Council of Elders, I am afraid that it will not be your turn. You speak."

Rowan's statement is very reasonable and has no flaws.

No matter what you say, whether you approve or not, I will apply. The elders will decide on matters of the Presbyterian Church. It is not your turn to speak, and because of his relationship with Harry, it is difficult for the Presbyterian Church to refuse approval.

He knew that this old magician was just a shit-chucking stick, and the person who was really hiding behind did not come out.

After that, Rowan ignored the magician.

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Soon, after half an hour, Luo Wen Shiran directly teleported and left the classroom without staying for one more minute.

Harry did not leave, nor did the few middle-aged people standing next to him, until everyone had left, Harry said heavily, "What do you think?"

Standing next to him is the elder of the Fu family, the elder of Fu Ziye. He thought for a while and said, "It is not surprising that Rowan intends to quit the alchemist mentor. He can fulfill this obligation itself, and we all have already seen him. This child really wants to take Human Race into consideration. These courses are taught so that ordinary magicians can understand. This child is not bad."

In his opinion, some things Rowan talks about are very superficial, but some things are very profound. There are some connections in the middle, which prompt people to learn and ponder step by step. This teaching ability is already equipped. With the title of alchemist instructor, even if he came to teach by himself, he might not speak so well.

Next to the elder of the Fu family is the elder of the Tie family. He nodded, "Although his rune ability is not comprehensive and powerful, he has already surpassed several of our families in space. I can't wait for this accomplishment."

Beside him, the elder of the Yu family echoed, "This is the first time I have seen such a talented alchemist, except for you, Lord Harry."

Harry didn't care about these words of praise at all, and said indifferently, "I'm asking these people here today, are there any exceptions to everyone, and what happened to the Magic Guild recently, everyone did not notice?"

Everyone is silent.

Harry sighed, not speaking, and quickly disappeared into the classroom. These people usually focus on alchemy, and they don't care about the daily life of the Magic Guild. Asking questions is for nothing. It's better to ask those specialists.

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The classroom was quickly empty.

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